Leah Michelle Ellis
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Leah Michelle Ellis Poems
You are quiet and sneaky. I trusted you and you broke me. All the secrets in your eyes. And the tales of lies spoken from your lips.
A flower for you, a flower for me. In this meadow, with our hands entwined, We are happier than two souls could be. Though we are still young and naive.
Tales Of A Wretched Soul
I'm not yet dead. I'm not yet alive. What is this feeling I'm feeling inside? Rip me up! Tear me apart!
I look around the room. Everyone is a buzz. My heart pounds. My facade tremors.
A Simple Reminder
I whistle a hollow tune. Bitter to the taste, but sweet in sound. The clouds pass over, leaving a sad grey sky behind. The stars come out with their normal glow.
As beautiful as a rose. And piercing like a thorn. You left your mark on me. And you will be on my mind forever more.
A Christmas Poem
The wind blows gently. There is a cheer in the air and feeling of warmth. This is the time of chills and thrills. When families gather together in joy.
An illusion so deceiving. I am going insane at a young age. The pond is full and yet empty all the same. My heart is pounding! Racing!
Something old and something new. Random thoughts running through my mind. All emotions a spew. Loosing sight and loosing mind.
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You are quiet and sneaky.
I trusted you and you broke me.
All the secrets in your eyes.
And the tales of lies spoken from your lips.
You cut me deep and the venom seeps through.
Its eating me alive,
Memories old and new.
You said you would always be there for me.
My protector and super hero.
I felt lucky.
Silly me for believing in you.
Your a liar and a con.
And now my heart is doomed.
But just when you finally begin to miss me,
I will be long gone.
And remain just a distant memory.